First, I go over to his house in a French maid uniform. "Bonjour! Je m'appelle Melodie." and we say a little in French before returning to English. I don't really do any cleaning unless it involves bending over, bouncing, twirling, or I can dance while doing it. My cleaning is a performance, I am eye candy. He wants me. But I leave, cash in hand, with a note to give him that says "Meet me at Fuji's at 7 pm."

I go home, shower, and head to the spa where I get a manicure, pedicure, and my hair and make-up done with the money I made cleaning. I put on my bright red dress, looking, smelling, and feeling my best, and head over to Fuji's. I ask the hostess for a table for two, leave my name and his at the front so she can direct him to my table. I wonder "What are the chances he'll come?"

After a short wait that seems like an eternity, he arrives in a handsome suit, well-groomed. He approaches, standing tall, and says "Good evening, Melodie. What did you want to meet me here for? Is it business or pleasure or something else entirely?" I reply, "Please, sit. Sit and relax. We shall have a good evening together." We both enjoy our sushi, habachi vegetables, and onigiri, with some dango for desert.

As we walk outside he asks "Do you have a ride?" I reply, "I'll call a taxi." He grabs my hand and pulls me to him, kisses my hand, and says "No, I'll take you home, if you'll allow it." The ride is pleasant, and not too awkward. Upon arriving, I start a fire in the fireplace and light some candles. I grab my best bottle of wine and we sit by the fire, drinking and chatting. About an hour later, I whisper "let me get into something more comfortable." I leave him alone for a short while, and come back with red lipstick and sexy gothic lingerie on, something like that of a gothic lolita mixed with a dominatrix. His mouth is gaping, for a moment, and he stutters a bit trying to find the words. "You look... wow. You're so... sexy."

And well, the part where I lose my virginity just isn't PG, so I'll leave it at this.

First, I go over to his house in a French maid uniform. "Bonjour! Je m'appelle Melodie." and we say a little in French before returning to English. I don't really do any cleaning unless it involves bending over, bouncing, twirling, or I can dance while doing it. My cleaning is a performance, I am eye candy. He wants me. But I leave, cash in hand, with a note to give him that says "Meet me at Fuji's at 7 pm."

I go home, shower, and head to the spa where I get a manicure, pedicure, and my hair and make-up done with the money I made cleaning. I put on my bright red dress, looking, smelling, and feeling my best, and head over to Fuji's. I ask the hostess for a table for two, leave my name and his at the front so she can direct him to my table. I wonder "What are the chances he'll come?"

After a short wait that seems like an eternity, he arrives in a handsome suit, well-groomed. He approaches, standing tall, and says "Good evening, Melodie. What did you want to meet me here for? Is it business or pleasure or something else entirely?" I reply, "Please, sit. Sit and relax. We shall have a good evening together." We both enjoy our sushi, habachi vegetables, and onigiri, with some dango for desert.

As we walk outside he asks "Do you have a ride?" I reply, "I'll call a taxi." He grabs my hand and pulls me to him, kisses my hand, and says "No, I'll take you home, if you'll allow it." The ride is pleasant, and not too awkward. Upon arriving, I start a fire in the fireplace and light some candles. I grab my best bottle of wine and we sit by the fire, drinking and chatting. About an hour later, I whisper "let me get into something more comfortable." I leave him alone for a short while, and come back with red lipstick and sexy gothic lingerie on, something like that of a gothic lolita mixed with a dominatrix. His mouth is gaping, for a moment, and he stutters a bit trying to find the words. "You look... wow. You're so... sexy."

And well, the part where I lose my virginity just isn't PG, so I'll leave it at this.

First, I go over to his house in a French maid uniform. "Bonjour! Je m'appelle Melodie." and we say a little in French before returning to English. I don't really do any cleaning unless it involves bending over, bouncing, twirling, or I can dance while doing it. My cleaning is a performance, I am eye candy. He wants me. But I leave, cash in hand, with a note to give him that says "Meet me at Fuji's at 7 pm."

I go home, shower, and head to the spa where I get a manicure, pedicure, and my hair and make-up done with the money I made cleaning. I put on my bright red dress, looking, smelling, and feeling my best, and head over to Fuji's. I ask the hostess for a table for two, leave my name and his at the front so she can direct him to my table. I wonder "What are the chances he'll come?"

After a short wait that seems like an eternity, he arrives in a handsome suit, well-groomed. He approaches, standing tall, and says "Good evening, Melodie. What did you want to meet me here for? Is it business or pleasure or something else entirely?" I reply, "Please, sit. Sit and relax. We shall have a good evening together." We both enjoy our sushi, habachi vegetables, and onigiri, with some dango for desert.

As we walk outside he asks "Do you have a ride?" I reply, "I'll call a taxi." He grabs my hand and pulls me to him, kisses my hand, and says "No, I'll take you home, if you'll allow it." The ride is pleasant, and not too awkward. Upon arriving, I start a fire in the fireplace and light some candles. I grab my best bottle of wine and we sit by the fire, drinking and chatting. About an hour later, I whisper "let me get into something more comfortable." I leave him alone for a short while, and come back with red lipstick and sexy gothic lingerie on, something like that of a gothic lolita mixed with a dominatrix. His mouth is gaping, for a moment, and he stutters a bit trying to find the words. "You look... wow. You're so... sexy."

And well, the part where I lose my virginity just isn't PG, so I'll leave it at this.

... Fufu.

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Oh my, my, my. Gothic lolita dominatrix? I never took you for that, Nora. I always took you for a cute nightgown, or a maid outfit that was born Fetish Fuel. Gothic lolita dominatrix, though. now that is a twist. The whole thing was rather romantic though, and I approve of the imagination. My perception of you has forever changed. For the better of course, simply because I adore lolita and gothic lolita fashion. If moe could be GAR, it'd be lolita fashion.

I have this thing for lolita fashion + eyepatch combo. I get weak in the knees (figuratively) when I see it.